It had been several days since Fuuya had last seen Michael. Having to go away on tour was a bit more stressing than ususal, given one of the first social commitments he had ever encountered in his life.
He hoped it didn't sound like an excuse when he told Michael he was going away for the next week or so. He honestly didn't know how long he would be away. Sure he would text him here and there, but honestly it was more stressful then it had ever been...
See, he and Michael had just shared his first kiss.
Back in their seccluded library, both weary from the day...it just...kind of happened?
Michael was, as ever, really and very cool about it all. As if friends just kissed each other all the time? He wished-
Err! Not saying he would want to kiss anyone but Michael! Oh dear...he kept thinking back as to what Robin would do in this kind of situation. But...he didn't want to be Robin anymore. He wanted to be Fuuya. Whoever that was.
Michael even seemed to like just Fuuya, and...well he hadn't grown bored of him yet. Fuuya could hardly contain himself when Michael would touch his hand, smile at him, and even those careless brushes of their arms when they were reading together. It was really and truly very overwhelming! Should he advance quicker? Was he pressuring Michael into something he didn't want?
How could he be sure the other was even as serious as he was? He...didn't really have anyone to talk to about it. He hadn't seen his mother since he left home, and she might be upset with him for...liking a boy...
He wasn't entirely sure, nor was he ashamed of being close to Michael, just...he didn't want to upset anyone. They...couldn't be upset if he didn't say anything, right?
No...no he knew not saying anything was almost, if not worse, than trying.
Their usual paragraphs stacked upon paragraphs of text were gradually becoming shorter and shorter, Michael seemed to be distracted. Less interested with him and more focused on other things.
He was sure his brothers didn't approve of him too. They always shot him nasty looks whenever Michael dragged him over, and he himself always hastily changed the subject when Fuuya brought up the prospect of meeting his parents.
Father, just father.
The youngest Arclight he had caught a few glimpses of seemed to be pretty friendly, but Michael ademently refused to let him near him...
His car pulling up to the Arclight residence, Fuuya thanked his driver and quickly scrambled out of the car. It was most nerve racking to go up to the large estate and...well...
What if Michael wasn't even there? He...he had one of the books the other had lent him, the perfect excuse for coming over. Although Michael told him time and again he didn't need an excuse to come over, having either Thomas or Chris answer the door with their daunting leers always left him stuttering in his place.
Swallowing his fears, Fuuya rolled his shoulders back in anticipation. He really...missed Michael. And the feeling of wanting to see his friend again was overriding his fear of his older brothers.
Well for the most part
"Umm, is Michael here?" he timidly muttered, looking down at his feet.
"GOD. FUUYA PLEASE HELP ME." he heard a harsh moan gasp as Michael nearly tackled him onto the sidewalk.
"Are you okay-w-where is your shirt-I-" stuttering frantically and looking up at his half-naked friend, Fuuya felt his blood turn to ice seeing the tears forming in the corner of his eyes.
"N-no, get him away from me..." Michael groaned, covering his face and half-hiding behind Fuuya.
Fuuya looked towards the door and felt his heart drop into his stomach...
"Michael where are you going?" Kaito asked hurridly, trying to reach over Fuuya's shoulders to pat the others hair.
...
That was...
Chris'...boyfriend...he...
"You stay the fuck away from him, slut." Fuuya snarled, shoving Kaito back roughly.
"Excuse me?" Kaito leered, looking down at Fuuya. Even given his short height, he was still enough inches taller than Fuuya to glare down at him.
"You heard me. Now get lost." Fuuya growled, Robin's voice of guidance completely non-existant. This was his battle to fight. For his. Friend. Goddamn it, no wonder Michael had been so shaken lately! This guy had been-giving him trouble!
"Tch, you just can't come over here in your little slut boots and tell me what to do, kid." Kaito glowered, wondering why this weird cosplayer was acting so possessive over Michael. He was hugging his little brother! Where was the shame in that? Michael was just shy.
"I'm his boyfriend. So yeah, I can." Fuuya puffed out, taking Michael by the shoulders and kissing him firmly. He couldn't even stop to think whether or not he was allowed to do something, especially when his friend was so distraught!
Lowering his gaze in Kaito's direction, Fuuya shoved past him back into the house, Michael firmly gripped to his side. Kaito made to move after the two, only to have a very weary Chris shh him and drag him into the living room. Oh dear, he had some explaing to do...
"...thank you...I..." Michael gasped, blushing furiously and crushing Fuuya against him.
"H-how can he-d-did he hurt you at all?" God that stupid guy who just walked around in white tights...stupid slut...coming onto his Michael...
"Aw...no...he's just...really weird..." Michael sighed, not knowing how to explain Kaito's huggy nature to him. He'd be sure to get Chris back for teaching him, "friends hug shirtlessly" when they were kids...
Although it was kind of a nice change to see Fuuya acting so aggressive.
"Thank you for saving me, hero-boy," Michael teased, gesturing down at the Robin outfit Fuuya was sporting.
"Oh geez-I completely forgot I needed to change..." Fuuya flushed, realizing now why Kaito said he was wearing "slut boots".
"No, it's cool. Umm, wanna just hang out for a while?" Michael offered, leaning against the other.
"A-ahm, s-sure!" Fuuya blustered, snuggling slightly into Michael's soft, inviting hair.
